[Oof. It's like getting rushed by a linebacker or bear or something cause Larry's no lightweight. God does Freddy love it or what? He squirms not out of protest but out of challenge, the better to make them both hot and hard. Well, hotter and harder.]
Fuck.
[And who gives one about the shirt at this point? The kid bends over the arm, more like flops over it actually. With his ass up he's got to lick his lips in anticipation. Legs spread a little. He fucking loves this man.]
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Fuck.
[And who gives one about the shirt at this point? The kid bends over the arm, more like flops over it actually. With his ass up he's got to lick his lips in anticipation. Legs spread a little. He fucking loves this man.]